But where should you go after you leave? Jiang's old house? He, the abandoned child, returned to the gate of the mansion in embarrassment, watching them take care of the noble son Chen Li's family reunion?

Perhaps they had long thought he was dead, so what was the point of going back.

The boy's face was expressionless, and he was too lazy to untie the ropes that bound his hands, so he lay down on a few wooden boards on the ground at will, hunched over and closed his eyes.

I don't know what time it was at night, the sky was dark, and Jiang Shu, who had slept for an unknown number of hours, was suddenly disturbed by the sound coming from the side of the wooden couch and the wall.

Jiang Shu's anger has been very heavy since he was a child. Although he was born wild, he was still the rich man who grew up pampered since he was a child. He usually rests at home, and none of the servants dared to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing him.

The young man frowned and opened his eyes slightly, his heart suddenly filled with anger.

He turned around with a dark face, lifted his eyelids impatiently, stared at the corner of the loose board wall, and watched the place where the wooden wall was connected to the ground, which was pushed open a little from the outside in. The seam, a little bit with soft hair slightly wet behind him, wearing a large old cloth shirt, drilled hard through the seam.

The little slender and tender elbow rested on the rough dirt floor, biting his lips softly, his cheeks bulging, and he exerted a lot of energy, and the whole person looked like a small dumpling from the outside. get in.

The little guy stood still in the house, regardless of the mud and sand on the ground, turned his head and squatted down in front of the crevice, pouted his butt, and dragged two plates of food in from the crevice.

Jiang Shu closed his eyes slightly, quietly dozing off, but his heart beat faster for no reason.

Wen Ning held the two plates of food in her hand, carefully moved to Jiang Shu's side, sat next to his arm, and gently pushed the young man with her fingers.

Jiang Shu's breath was stagnant, he was silent, his heart was itching, and he somehow wanted to hear her cry again.

Wen Ning blinked, then shook his sturdy forearm: "Brother..."

Jiang Shu's eyes opened slightly, his frowning brows slowly stretched, and he met Xiaobudian's pure eyes.

"Brother, you eat..."

The sixteen-year-old boy rolled his Adam's apple involuntarily: "Jiang Shu."

"Huh?" The little girl was stunned, still holding a hot meal in her hand.

Jiang Shu has not touched a drop of water for several days, and his voice is rustling: "My name."

Wen Ning Xing'er smiled with crooked eyes like a full moon, and called him sweetly, "Brother Jiang Shu."

"Well." The boy's originally cold heart warmed for no reason.

"Brother Jiang Shu, eat quickly."

He suddenly pouted and laughed softly, "If there is anything to eat, it will be a death sooner or later."

Wen Ning thought he was tied to this unfamiliar place, and was afraid, so he clenched his fists and said softly, "Brother Jiang Shu, don't be afraid, Ning Ning is with you." , The road up the mountain was so dark that I could not see my fingers, and I cried several times while climbing.

His father had chosen to give up on him, but this little girl actually said she wanted to accompany him.

"Ning Ning?"

Wen Ning's brows and eyes suddenly flashed a hint of timidity, worried that he would despise him just like the people around him because he heard his name, so he hurriedly didn't dare to look at him, and pushed the plate in his hand towards him.

Jiang Shu lowered his head and glanced, the clear soup was short of water, and the rice was rough, and he could vaguely find a little bit of meat and stars in the dishes.

What he didn't know, however, was that the little girl had been beaten a few times for this meal, and helped the adults to work from morning to night without sleeping, so that she got such a thing.

At a young age, he was not taller than the stove, so he wrapped his apron and put on a small bench to stand in front of the boiler. He secretly fry a few dishes. After frying, he was too hungry to eat. up the hill.

The young man was indifferent, Wen Ning lowered her head slightly, bit her lip, she knew that these things might be hard to swallow in the eyes of others, but these were the only things she could take out.

Jiang Shu glanced at her little face, and then his brows were filled with a smile, which was different from the sneer when he heard his father's choice. At this moment, he added a bit of satisfaction, and there was still a bit of accustomed voice in his voice. The ruffian sounded inexplicably hooked: "Brother's hands are tied, so he can't move his chopsticks."

Wen Ning raised her head, her eyes were so clean that there was no trace of heart: "I'll help you!"

Jiang Shu lazily hid his hands behind him, still smiling: "They are tied tightly, you can't get them off."

Wen Ning was in trouble and whispered, "What should I do then..."

"Ning Ning, feed me."

The young man half sat up lazily, obviously he could easily untie the rope tied to his hands, but he didn't.

Wen Ning didn't know what he was thinking, she nodded obediently, took out a spoon and scooped a spoonful of rice, and on top of the rice was a special piece of fried minced pork that she had rarely eaten.

The girl's beautiful Xing'er had bright eyes, and Jiang Shu tilted his head with interest: "It's a little hot."

"I'll blow it for you." The little girl blew carefully, and habitually touched her soft lips with a spoon, "Well, it's not hot anymore."

Jiang Shu stared at her and took a bite.

He has never eaten such a simple meal in his life, but tonight, Wen Ning fed him one bite after another, the corner of the boy's lips smirked, and he ate the whole dish in less than a moment.

Wen Ning brought two boxes of rice, Jiang Shu ate one and a half boxes, and there were still a few mouthfuls left. The little girl saw that he was full and sat down obediently, holding the spoon he had eaten, and the rice was left over. The next bit of vegetable juice, the cheeks swelled quietly and finished eating.

Jiang Shu learned later that the few mouthfuls of rice he ate that night were the only thing the little girl had to fill her stomach all day.

Two days later, the Jiang family's old house received a call from the kidnappers. They needed enough time to prepare to escape, so they only gave a vague address: "The tall one, we left it on the top of the hill, that small village. If there is no access, the car can't go in, you can find it by yourself, we will take the short one first, and we also know that President Jiang is eager to save his son, so the ransom is likely to be multiplied several times."